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Friday, November 30, 2007

I'm not one for resolutions (yes I know I'm a month early but hey, my blog = my rules). I've questioned the importance of the New Year before, and I've always seen New Year resolutions as a list of unrealistic expectations that we write down so we feel like we're making progress. But things have changed. I find that I need something to believe in...'cos I don't believe in myself (ouch! Thanks, Newton Faulkner). Jokes aside, something needs to change. Yes I know I've said it before and done jack all about it, but I have to keep trying...don't I? Which reminds me of some other lyrics, this time from Adele's Chasing Pavements -

Should I give up, orShould I just keep chasing pavementsEven if it leads nowhere

I used to think I was a realist, but now I'm leaning (heavily) towards pessimism. Interaction with human beings has left me with but shreds of hope. And yet I keep hoping. I wear make-up, hoping I can hide the blemishes. I work at my degree, hoping that I'll pass. I keep my wounded heart on my sleeve, hoping that someone will want to mend it for me. Why? Why am I so keen on giving myself every possible opportunity to prove myself wrong? Why am I chasing pavements? Am I that bad at being a pessimist? Do I even want to be a pessimist?

The quote on the right side of this page reads:

The nice part about being a pessimist is that you are constantly being either proven right or pleasantly surprised.

I guess it's the control freak in me that wants to be pessimistic. The part of me that wants to avoid sudden disappointment at all costs...even if it means resigning myself to prolonged disappointment instead. Is the dull ache better than the sharp prick?

But I digress. I need to change. I need to formulate a plan to effect this change. I guess New Year resolutions are as good a way to do that as any. Whether I resolve to give up, or to keep chasing pavements...only time will tell.

Friday, November 23, 2007

Seven years ago, I dared to criticise the leadership. There were things that I felt needed to change for the betterment of the community, and I thought (albeit mistakenly) that a little bit of constructive criticism from someone within the community would be appreciated. Did I insult them? No. Did I criticise them behind their backs? No. Did they get offended anyway? Hell yeah. Did they bully me to an extent that I told myself I would never voice my opinion again? You bet. Did I keep that promise? Well...

Yesterday, I dared to criticise the leadership. There were things that I felt needed to change for the betterment of the community, and I thought that a little bit of constructive criticism from someone affected (albeit slightly) by the situation would be appreciated. I was supported by some, so I know that I wasn't being delusional. Did I insult the leadership? No. Did they take my criticism personally and get offended anyway? Hell yeah.

Why is it that some people can't take constructive criticism? I have nothing to gain from criticising them, so my input is purely for their benefit. Instead of looking at it from a rational point of view, however, they choose to employ a knee-jerk reaction and rant and rave like lunatics. Arrogant, childish lunatics.

And why is it that I can't keep my mouth shut? Glutton for punishment? Masochist? Idiot? All of the above, I suppose.